Who is the Strongest?

Did you ever argue with someone on the playground, or in the neighborhood, and say, “My Dad is stronger than your Dad!” or “My Dad is smarter than your Dad!” or anything similar?  I’m sure I must have.  My dad had so much common sense and could do a variety of things.  He was a very logical thinking man.  Why, he could pack a trunk full of suitcases and other stuff and get the lid down and it would take most people a small truck to get all that stuff in.  I would marvel as a child watching him arrange and re-arrange things when we traveled.  He never just jumped in and started throwing things in there, no sir.  He always stood back and surveyed the situation before he started packing.  (Consequently, I learned from him how to pack for traveling.)

My Granddaddy was a man you could learn volumes from about living.  You know, in all the days my Grandaddy lived, I never, ever heard him say anything negative or bad about anyone. Really!  Oh, he could have, too.  He had family that caused him to lose his farm and then he had to work on a dairy farm milking cows, barely making enough to get by and raise 6 girls.  (And you know God had to help him raise those 6 girls or he would have surely lost his mind!)  But, no, never anything negative.  If my Grandmother would start in about someone and he heard, he would say, “Now Frankie, it’s all right.” He not only didn’t say anything, he didn’t want to hear anything negative about someone, either.  Do you think society today could learn something from my Grandaddy?  I sure do.  I heard, “If you can’t say something good don’t say anything at all!” but not from Grandaddy.  No, he ‘lived’ it out as an example for us.  He didn’t even complain about all the arthritis pain he suffered. He would just say, “Oh me.” when he stood up from sitting or lying down and that’s as close as I ever heard him complain – something I wish I had really ‘learned’ and not just agreed with.

We learn from our parents don’t we?  Whether we intend to or not, there are just some things we learn from them – or whoever it is that raised us.  For most of us we could trust our parents for not only providing for us but for guiding us as well, giving us good advice, teaching us how to respect others, teaching us to be a good person.  Stuff like that.

Well, I am so very grateful to say that I have an Abba, Father God, who does even a better job than anyone in my family.  He was my Grandaddy’s Teacher, by the way.  Why, He even left us volumes of instruction in His Book, the Bible.  It’s like love letters from God.  Sometimes it seems like it’s hard to find the right path, but if we just step back, survey, look to God, and trust Him, He will show us the way.  And when we take the wrong path, He doesn’t forsake us, He just stands where ‘we’ left Him (He never leaves us), and waits for us to come back, sometimes nudging us, so we can get on the right path He has for us.  Psalm 119:105 – “Your word is a lamp to guide my feet and a light for my path.” Psalm 119:24 – “Your laws please me; they give me wise advice.”  And specifically if you need advice, James 1:5 – “If you need wisdom, ask our generous God, and he will give it to you.” James 4:7-8 “….Resist the devil, and He will flee from you. Come close to God, and God will come close to you……purify your hearts, for your loyalty is divided between God and the world.”   (New Living Translation).

Even though my father and grandfather are no longer here to help me and guide me, I am so very thankful for my Abba who is always with me and will always show me the way.  And, by the way, Abba is always standing beside you, stronger than the one who is against you, so you don’t have to worry about arguing about that, He always wins, whether it seems like it or not.

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